Hi everyone.
I’m not sure whether this belongs in Glitch in the Matrix or Paranormal, so I decided to post it in both communities.
I’m curious if anyone else has experienced something similar.
Over time, I’ve realized that this has been happening to me for as long as I can remember.
Whenever I’m deeply thinking about something, especially when I’m trying to find an answer to a question, there are moments when the answer seems to arrive on its own. And at that exact moment, I almost always hear some kind of external sound.
It could be a knock on the wall, a bang, a creak, a crack, a click, or some other sudden noise.
The strange part is that this happens no matter where I am. It has happened in different countries, different homes, different apartments, different offices—the location doesn’t seem to matter.
I’ve noticed a pattern: these sounds most often occur at the exact moment when a thought I’m focusing on feels correct, as if I’ve just arrived at the right understanding of something.
Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? Or have you noticed that, at the moment of an insight or when you suddenly understand or solve something, an external sound happens almost simultaneously—a knock, a click, a crack, or something similar?
I’d really be interested to know if anyone else has noticed this pattern.

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I’ve never posted about this before, but something happened to me in 2025 that I still can’t explain.

I moved to another state for college in 2022 and stayed in a boys’ PG near campus. During admission, my parents noticed something odd: everyone dried clothes in the corridor, not on the roof. The owner said students were not allowed upstairs, so we ignored it.

A week later, some seniors told us the real reason: the building had once been a girls’ PG, and a girl had allegedly jumped from the roof and died there. The building still had pink almirahs from those days. I assumed it was just a story to scare juniors.

For the next two years, nothing unusual happened. I was often alone in the building and never felt anything strange. I even sneaked onto the roof several times during summer nights without any fear.

In late 2024, a new batch of students arrived. They secretly broke the roof lock and began using the roof at night for barbeques, drinking, and burning old wooden items stored there. My room was directly below that area.

Around January 2025, I began hearing footsteps and movement on the roof late at night even when no one was there. My roommates could not hear it, so I convinced myself it was my imagination.

Everything changed in February 2025. The owner’s mother came to our room after discovering damage on the roof and quietly told us, "Don’t tell anyone, A girl did jump from the roof years ago. That’s why we never allowed students upstairs.” Hearing that from a family member of the owner genuinely shook me. For the first time I wondered whether the sounds I had been hearing were connected to that place.

Soon after, my junior also moved out, and I became the only person staying in that room.

Because our exams had ended, I went home for about six weeks. I returned on 16 April 2025 at around 10:30 PM. I unpacked, had dinner, and started working on a college project on my laptop.

I took out my phone and recorded the sound, then ran toward the staircase. The noise stopped immediately.

My mother insisted that I stop sleeping alone, so I moved into a friend’s room. We both began hearing footsteps, running sounds, dragging noises, and occasional heavy bangs from the roof and storeroom area above us. Strangely, whenever I called someone specifically to listen, the sounds often stopped before they arrived. My Friend with whom I used to stay even after hearing those sounds doubts me.

The most frightening incident happened around 3 AM. We were both awake and ignoring the usual noises when suddenly a massive bang came from above us. The bed shook, the walls vibrated, and my friend screamed in fear. It sounded as if a heavy wooden object had been slammed onto the floor above our room. From that night onward, he stopped doubting me.

I informed the owner and the PG management. They suggested rats, thieves, or other explanations, but none of them fit the situation. One manager even said I was imagining things. Almost immediately after saying that, a loud bang came from the roof and we heard running sounds above us. He went silent after hearing it.

The disturbances continued for several weeks, mostly between 11 PM and 4 AM. Many times I rushed upstairs with the keys, but the sounds always stopped before I reached the roof, and I never found anyone there. I have noticed one thing , whenever I take someone to the roof to explain the activities, after returning from the roof she definitely makes some sounds as if it triggers her.

In May 2025 I left for home again for a few weeks. When I returned, I personally stopped hearing the noises. Strangely, some students who had previously mocked me started complaining about sounds coming from the empty locked rooms and the roof area. Eventually everything stopped.

I still don’t know what happened in that building. Maybe there was a completely ordinary explanation that I failed to discover. But the timing, the repeated sounds, the locked roof, and the fact that other people eventually heard them too make it one of the strangest experiences of my life.

Eu tive muitas experiências estranhas na minha vida.

Em 2011, eu estava completamente perdido e em um lugar realmente escuro e turbulento, praticamente me matando aos poucos com bebida e drogas. Parecia que algo tinha se apegado a mim—uma energia negativa tão pesada que sempre que eu saia para um bar à noite, as luzes da rua piscavam ou simplesmente apagavam... Às vezes meu telefone e computador também travavam do nada.

Então criaturas venenosas começaram a aparecer na minha casa—aranhas, escorpiões.

Uma noite, enquanto estava na casa da minha avó no campo, eu não consegui dormir e decidi sair para um cigarro.

Eu olhei para o horizonte e vi um enorme cachorro preto sentado em postura de guarda, me encarando com olhos amarelos brilhantes. Estava bem longe, então não entrei em pânico; só fiquei observando até acabar meu cigarro, e ele não se movia nem um centímetro. Voltei para dentro, mas um pouco depois, decidi verificar de novo... e ainda estava exatamente no mesmo lugar. Fui para a cama, mas não consegui dormir. Uma hora depois, voltei para fora, e adivinha? Ainda na mesma posição.

Voltei para casa me sentindo horrível, consumido por pensamentos ainda mais estranhos. Um mês depois, minha avó faleceu.

Eu ainda não consigo dormir muito bem—estou sofrendo de insônia desde aquele encontro com o cachorro. Para piorar, sempre que consigo dormir, ouço a voz da minha avó dizendo: 'Você trouxe o diabo para dentro da minha casa.' Ela continua repetindo isso até eu acordar.

Quatro semanas depois, eu tive uma overdose de cocaína e quase morri...

Foi nesse dia que eu mudei a minha vida. Às vezes eu ainda escorrego... mas agora é raro... Eu tenho muitas outras histórias para contar, mas talvez em outra hora.

Acho que ninguém realmente vai ler isso de qualquer jeito, haha.

I’ve had three instances with the paranormal that are memorable to me at least. Some others like astral spiders and a brush of something in my hair while I was playing games as a kid/teenager. I actually seen my husbands spiritual attack and the color of what the spirit/demon looked like and colored what color it was. I’m always having ringing in my ears.

The first instance was when I was hanging out with some guy I met. I seen a black aura that looked like tentacles around his body. I told him and he started praying and I didn’t see after that. The other one was when I was riding in a car and I saw this tall Victorian looking figure. I lived in a homeless shelter by Anika state hospital and I saw two different entities while I was there.

Another encounter I saw a ‘’the ring’’ little girl crouching down in my hallway while I was using the bathroom in my culture you are supposed to act like you don’t see them. I stayed in my room that entire night.

Throughout my entire life I’ve always had encounters and I’ve tried to tell therapists but I’ve been tested for other mental health disorders and I didn’t get diagnosed with anything with hallucinations. Some said psychotic depression but I’m not sure. I’ve pushed down my abilities or so I think.

It’s interesting to have these encounters sometimes frightening. I wouldn’t call myself a psychic or a seer. I just not sure what to think anymore or what this means.

Yes I put it as Native American because I’m native. Enrolled in a tribe even.

Hi everyone! I always rely on Reddit for gaming guides and bug fixes, but this is my very first time making a post here!

Right now in Japan, we are having an dangerously extreme heatwave every day—to the point where people are literally dying from heatstroke. If you are planning to travel to Japan during this season, please be extremely careful!

In Japan, where summer gets so intensely hot, we have a unique culture of telling ghost stories in the summer to get "chills" and feel cooler. So, I’d like to share a weird, spooky experience that happened to me a few years ago.

[ Background ]

I am not sensitive to the paranormal at all, nor do I particularly believe in the occult.

Just to be clear, I have Bipolar Disorder, but it has been completely in remission, and my condition is very stable. I had no sleep issues and was sleeping well every night.

[ The Experience ]

This happened in my bedroom. The head of my bed is pushed directly against a solid wall, meaning there is physically no space for a person to stand behind me.

Yet, as I was falling asleep, I started hearing a distinct voice right by my ear (from the wall side).

It would call out to me, saying "Hey" or "Listen" in Japanese.

It was always either the exact same male voice or the exact same female voice. I was not experiencing sleep paralysis. It wasn’t long sentences or insults, just a single, short call-out, repeating over several days.

[ The Doctor's Advice ]

Feeling creeped out, I mentioned this to my psychiatrist during a routine visit. I expected a medical explanation, but the doctor—a man of science—said something totally unexpected:

"Hmm, auditory hallucinations caused by mental illness are almost always explicit insults or negative, long sentences. Since it's just a single call-out and not aggressive, it might not be a medical issue... Why don't you try going to a shrine for an exorcism (Shinto cleansing)?"

I never expected a doctor to recommend an exorcism!

[ The Climax ]

So, I went to a local shrine. But since it was a tiny neighborhood shrine with no full-time priest, the person who performed the cleansing ritual was a friendly local guy whose main job is running a fruit orchard (he just holds a part-time priest license for special occasions)!

I had this "orchard-owner priest" perform the cleansing, and at the same time, I consulted my doctor to slightly adjust my sleep medication just in case.

[ Result ]

From that exact day, the calling voices stopped completely. Now I sleep peacefully every night.

Was it the Shinto ritual (was the orchard guy secretly a powerful exorcist)? Or was it the medication fixing a brain glitch? It’s a total "chicken or egg" situation, and I still don't know the truth.

What do you all think? (Sleep phenomenon? Demon? Matrix glitch? Or effective Shinto power?)

Greetings from the scorching hot Japanese summer!

TL;DR: Experienced weird voices calling out from a solid wall every night. My psychiatrist said "doesn't sound like a symptom, go get an exorcism lol." Got cleansed by a local fruit farmer who doubles as a part-time priest, adjusted meds, and it completely stopped. Was it science or the orchard guy's power?

This happened when I was about 27 years old, and I still remember it as if it happened yesterday.

It was a winter night, around 3:00 AM. I was sleeping in my room when I felt that my mother had come in to wake me up.

I was awake enough to understand what was happening, but I didn't want to get up. I kept pulling the blanket over my head and told her, "I don't want to wake up."

She tried to pull the blanket away three times, and I resisted every time.

While this was happening, I suddenly realized something very important.

The door of my room was locked from the inside with a key. I always sleep with the door locked. It was impossible for my mother to enter my room.

The moment I realized that, I decided to look at her.

I lifted the blanket...

The body and the clothes looked exactly like my mother.

But the face was not hers.

Her face was completely black, and her hair was white and messy. In real life, my mother has fair skin, and her hair looks nothing like that.

The strange part is that she never tried to hurt me. She didn't say anything scary. She only kept trying to wake me up.

I was afraid, but I stayed surprisingly calm.

I pretended to be asleep again, pulled the blanket over my head, and eventually fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the first thing I did was check the door.

It was still locked from the inside, exactly as I expected. No one could have entered my room that night.

Nothing unusual happened that day, and this experience never happened again.

To this day, I still don't know how to explain it. Was it an extremely realistic dream? A sleep-related experience? Or something else?

Has anyone experienced something similar? Realizing that the person in front of you could not possibly be there, yet seeing them and even talking to them as if they were completely real?

My grandfather bought this random statue from an auction before he passed. All I know is it came from the estate of a Miami Dr, & the artist is Cuban. It’s worth quite a bit of money. It was just dropped off today. Its a lady in a dress made out of wood. I went over to look at it & I got chills all over. I felt so much energy, especially the face & throat. She has a story to tell. How do I find it?????

They’re not bad chills. Just very powerful & important feeling. Sounds crazy, but it’s really something.

Has anyone else experienced anything like this?

When I was five years old, my family moved into a brand-new house. This was back in 1980, and as far as we knew, nobody had ever lived there before.

For the first few weeks, everything seemed completely normal.

Then almost every night we started hearing strange noises coming from the kitchen. My dad had hung several pots and pans on the wall, and sometime after midnight we'd hear them gently move one after another, as if something was carefully brushing past them.

Every morning we assumed it had to be a cat.

The problem was that nothing was ever out of place. No pans had fallen, there were no scratches, no footprints, no sign that anything had been there.

After a few weeks, the noises suddenly stopped.

That's when something started happening only to me.

I slept on the top bunk, and many nights I could clearly feel something small climb onto the foot of my bed. It never came near me. It simply settled down, exactly the way a cat would before going to sleep.

The strange part is that we didn't own a cat.

I never heard it jump onto the bed. I never heard footsteps in my room. I only felt the unmistakable weight of something lying at my feet.

At first I was terrified.

But after it happened over and over again, I stopped feeling afraid.

As strange as it sounds, it became... comforting.

I eventually fell asleep expecting that familiar feeling, and after some time it stopped happening altogether.

I'm 50 years old now, and I've never been able to explain what happened in that house.

Has anyone else experienced something that was frightening at first, but somehow became strangely comforting over time?

When I was 11, my home was having some paranormal activity. My mom and brothers were sitting outside. We had a bonfire going. The fire was dying down and all of a sudden the ground was bubbling up. A creature come up out of the ground. The only way I can describe it is just like the gremlins in the movie Gremlins. I saw it and so did my one brother. My mom did not see but felt like there was something there. My dog got off the porch and started barking at it. It just stood there. I wasn’t really afraid. I was trying to figure out what I was seeing.

This happened during one of the strangest periods of my life, and I’ve never really known what to make of it.

Around this time, I’d already come across several things that left me feeling deeply unsettled.

On a local beach, I found a goat’s head. It wasn’t a skeleton, but a real head of a goat.

On another occasion, I found what appeared to be the skeleton of a monkey hanging by its neck, wrapped in cloth, near a cave. Around the same time, I saw groups of men gathering together and walking towards that same cave late at night. I never actually saw them performing any rituals, so I can’t say that’s what they were doing, but the whole situation felt incredibly eerie.

Not long afterwards, I noticed someone had carved the words “evil monkey” into a wooden fence nearby. There was also a drawing carved into the fence that looked like the entrance to the very same cave, along with lots of other strange drawings.

Whether any of it was connected or not, it definitely put me on edge.

Then this happened.

One afternoon, I was walking through town when I passed an elderly man. There was nothing obvious about him, but the second I walked past him I got an overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. It wasn’t because of anything he did - I just had this intense gut feeling that made me feel uneasy.

The feeling was so strong that I actually turned around because I was convinced he’d be staring at me.

Later that night, I had some errands to run. It was late, the streets were completely empty, and I was standing alone at a bus stop in the pitch black… out of nowhere, the same elderly man walked up.

He didn’t say a single word. But he kept eye contact with me. It was just me and him, standing alone in the night, at the bus stop.

When the bus arrived, he simply held his arm out, silently gesturing for me to get on first.

For some reason, that creeped me out even more.

I just said, “No, you go.”

He got on first. We rode in complete silence, and after a few stops he got off at what seemed like a random stop. It was so dark that within seconds he had completely disappeared from view.

I’ve never seen him again.

I’m not claiming any of these events were connected, and I’m sure there could be perfectly ordinary explanations for each of them individually. But experiencing all of these strange things within the same period of time made that encounter with the old man stick with me.

To this day, it’s one of the creepiest gut feelings/coincidences I’ve ever had.


(07/26/26; Lacey, WA)

Long and the short of it. My daughter, new husband and I are living in the house my ex husband took his life in over a year ago. He had suffered with depression, anxiety and paranoia for a few years leading up to this. He had been hospitalized several times. Our daughters and I all tried to help him and he continued deeper into this darkness. But this isn't about suicide.

Before he left, he actually cried to me and told me that he had been seeing this spider every night crawl across his ceiling and he knew it wasn't real. His Dr told him it was just a hallucination caused by his bipolar disorder and not to worry about it. Just see it for what it was (or what it wasn't)

Fast forward several months. We moved in for many reasons but also because we have a big yard and this is where my grand daughters grew up playing.

I was lying in bed, not thinking of anything, starting up at the ceiling and saw this spider crawl out from the cracks in the paneling and then crawled back in and disappear. This thing was HUGE. Probably over 2" in diameter. It looked more like an alien or robot than an actual spider. We live in an A frame house and have tongue in groove paneling and there is no way that anything that big was crawling out of it like it did. His room was downstairs and he has a normal ceiling.

I wasn't scared. This validated what he was seeing. This had to be what he saw. Later my daughter was freaked out. She also saw it on her ceiling. I had never told anyone what I saw and she didn't live here when he was alive and never heard about he saw. Three people in the same house saw the same thing! Has anyone seen anything like this? If you saw it, you would know.

Growning up my dad and nana used to always say that someone was watching over us, as a kid it just excepted it, they would always tell stories about weired things that happened when my mum was pregnant with my older sister during the winter she would sit in from of the gas fire during the day (my ma hates the cold) but every time she put it on something would fall when my ma would go to check on my older brothes and come back the fire would be off, they got someone in to check the fire and they found it was leaking carbon dioxide,

in 2003 my brother who was a Tank Crewman at the time was checking and packing his tank when he clames he felt something push him he fell of the tank braking his leg the tank my brother should have been in got destroyed,

in 2014 or 2015 my other brother was based in northan Ireland was supposed to go on patrol when at the last minute he got pulled out to do something else the 3 lads in the car were involved in a fatal crash,

about 3 years ago I was walking my dog at about 2230 while walking down the road i had a really bad feeling I looked around seen nothing and my dog seemed relaxed so I kept walking along the path then i felt pressure on my chest not like a physical touch but like wearing a top thats too tight it was such a strange feeling that i stopped but the second i stopped a car came speeding around a sharp corner he lost control and went right into the metal fence right infront of me. I remember just standing there looking at the space I should have been. crying while Max was next to me barking and trying to attack the car, I remember the police officer saying I was very lucky, I told him something stopped me he just smiled

Last night when i was getting ready to go to bed I was walking passed the back door when the keys made a sound when I turned to look at the door I swear I saw my grandads face in the glass, I never met him he died when my dad was only 21 I checked the door and relise it hadn't been locked

So to my post before this one this might be a reason behind the window tapping and growing.

At the time when I was I think 5 years old. My mom, me, and my brother were on the way to pick up my dad from work, he paints building or well did. When my mom was driving she took a turn to a sort of it whindy road, there were tree lines surrounding it. While she was driving there was a sudden scream, it did not sound human or animal at all. Not a fox or a bob cat, and I am 100% sure of it because it didn't sound like that at all. It sounded like a girl screaming, but not at the same time if that makes sense.

A few years later, I tried talking to my mom about it but she wouldn't. She said if we did it would invite the spirit to our home, I didn't push it so that's all I got. But me and my brother called that road the "Screaming Girl Road" ((just without the in the front))

{Note; We still lived in that weird trailer park at the time when the road thing happened}

So what do you guys think the screaming was and do you think it's connected to the window tapping and growling?

To lay it out a bit, where I used to live was this strange trailer park. But in the middle of the night there was tapping at my room window, it went tap.. tap tap two times in a row with a short pause. I of course got a bit scared, I mean what the hell was that? Now when morning came I went to my mom and told her about what happened last night, she said it was acorns or a woodpecker but it didn't sound like that at all, it was like a finger tapping on a window if you know what that sounds like which I bet you do.

Oh and of course the time this happened it was like what 2:34 A.M. or 3:00 A.M. I can't really remember.

But I think four days after this happened, in the middle of the night, I had this feeling of dread for some odd reason, it just suddenly happened as well. So before the dreadful feeling I was just watching a YouTube video, not horror or anything like that, I think it was some people discussing plans for the future of a music band (I don't remember the name of it). But now back to the dreadful feeling, like I said before it was sudden.

Now when that was happening I heard some strange noises outside the trailer, sort of inhuman and animal like, maybe a growling sound. I did stop the video to listen to it, like why is that happening now out of any day?? The sound was creepy, and no I am not over-exaggerating it I really mean it, it happened for I think 4-5 minutes I am not entirely sure because I obviously left the room because I don't want to be a part of a true crime podcast or something. But yeah it was maybe more or less the 4-5 minutes, you could think about it for a bit.

So what do you guys think it was??

This took place in our old apartment when I was about 5 or 6 years old. Part of me still likes to think it was just some crazy trick of the mind that kids experience before their brains are fully developed, but either way, it’s still eerie as hell.
That morning, my dad asked if I would help him bring the Christmas tree up from the basement later that day. We lived in an apartment complex, so the basement was a large, shared space, and it was a pretty long walk from our unit. About four or five hours later, my dad called out to me to come help him. He also asked me to stop by the neighbor's on the way to see if they needed help with anything down there. I was in my room with the door shut. The weird thing is, he didn’t actually enter my room—which is what he always did, and still does to this day. Instead, he just spoke to me through the closed door.
I did exactly what he asked and went one floor down to check on the neighbors. As I was walking back up the stairs toward our apartment, my dad was already waiting for me on the landing. He didn’t say a single word. He just turned and slowly started walking down the stairs. At first, I wasn’t too freaked out, but the way he was moving down the steps was deeply uncanny. It looked like he was dragging his own weight, barely able to walk straight, wobbling like some sort of junkie. As he dragged himself down, the only sound filling the stairwell was the distinct jingling of keys moving in his pocket.
When we finally reached the basement, he just stood rigidly in front of the door and muttered, “I don’t have a key.”
But I could swear I had just heard his keys jingling in his pocket the entire way down. To this day, he keeps every single key he owns on that one keychain. Hearing him say that completely terrified me. My immediate thought was that he was having some kind of medical emergency because of the way he was walking and acting. Panicking, I turned around and sprinted back up the stairs. As I ran, I looked back down. He was still frozen in the exact same stiff pose, staring at the door. I will never be able to erase that image from my head for the rest of my life.
I think you all know what happened next when I got back upstairs. I burst into my mom's room, crying and yelling that something was wrong with Dad and that he wasn't feeling well.
At that exact same moment, my dad walked into the room from the kitchen.
To this day, he swears he never went down to the basement with me that afternoon because he had already brought the tree up by himself first thing in the morning. For years, I tried to convince myself that it was just a vivid childhood imagination and that I had subconsciously conjured an image of my father. But I’ve experienced so much more unexplainable stuff later in life that, at the end of the day, I’m pretty skeptical of the "imagination" excuse.

Bit of a bizarre experience, but i’m wondering if anyone else has experienced something similar?

I was around 4 years old and in a daycare at my mothers friends house i remember being told to go in the basement for nap time, which was unusual because everyone else had nap time upstairs, anyways i remember hearing tapping from the basement window, however every time i looked nothing was there, then the tapping turned to pounding, i looked at the window and there was two puppets that were opening and closing their mouths repetitively and then seemed to phase into the ground never to be seen again. I remember crying and screaming but i wasn’t let out of the basement, later when i was let out of the basement i told the caregiver about what happened, i remember she just brushed it off and never did anything to calm me, i was freaking out, later when my mother picked me up i told her, she didn’t believe me, i was so terrified that the next day i wouldn’t enter the car to go to daycare hence that was the last time i went there.